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Cyprian usually lured a lover away to ensure she sealed the deal.
    He heard a soft, saucy giggle. A guttural male moan.
    Cary led Miss Ashley to the door, which was partly open. A low fire burned in the grate, giving enough light so she could see into the room.
    He pushed the door open farther.
    And stood back, expecting to see poor Miss Ashley freeze, go chalk white with shock, then back away in haste.
    Seconds later, he realized she was still watching. And she was not pale.
    Her cheeks had gone sweetly pink. Her eyes were wide. Her tongue swept over her lips in a way that was like a sharp slap to his cock, telling it to wake up.
    He watched her tongue sweep, tap, lick, and make her full, lush lips shiny and moist.
    â€œLook what she’s doing to him.” She gasped breathily. “Goodness, look at his face. He’s transported by pleasure. He loves every minute of it.” She turned to him and dabbed her full lips again. “Do you like to have that done to you?”
    What was she talking about? Cary realized he had better look....
    The duke had pushed the door open so stealthily, so gently, there had been no sound. Sophie had heard giggles and groans and, when she’d looked, she had seen a naked woman get down upon her knees in front of a man who wore only a white linen shirt.
    The Duke of Caradon stood right behind her. She couldn’t see him, but her whole body was aware of him. She was quivering, waiting to feel him touch her somewhere.
    Then he leaned closer, and his warm breath washed over her ear. She let out a moan. She couldn’t help it. Her whole body went tense and wobbly at the same time.
    He sucked in a sharp breath.
    At the same moment, in the room, the woman’s head moved between the man’s legs. She took hold of his thick staff with both hands and pointed it to her mouth.
    Was she going to kiss it?
    Not quite. The woman parted her lips and ran her tongue along the veined staff. Licking him! Heavens, now she knew what was meant when her mother wrote that a woman could control a man with her lips. She’d thought that her mother had meant conversation.
    She’d seen Samuel’s penis, all erect and eager. This man’s was fatter and bigger. Really, it was quite shockingly large. The man, with his dark wavy hair, was rather handsome. But Sophie found it hard to keep looking at his face.
    She couldn’t resist looking lower.
    The man’s erect member disappeared inside the woman’s mouth. The woman kept her lips all soft and relaxed around him, holding him tight as her head bobbed and she took him in and out. The woman sucked so hard, her cheeks hollowed.
    Oh, the man looked as if he were in heaven. Obviously, men really did delight in this. Could she—?
    She thought she could, with the Duke of Caradon. Her rescuer.
    Then the man in the room put his hand on the woman’s head to hold her in place and pumped aggressively into her mouth. Harder and faster. Saliva dribbled down the woman’s chin. She took hold of his buttocks and the ballocks between his legs, and squeezed both.
    The man threw his head back. “I’m coming!” he hollered, and surged his hips forward. Grabbing his hips to hold him in place, the woman sucked so hard, she made the man scream. Literally.
    â€œBloody hell,” the Duke of Caradon muttered behind her. He pulled her back from the door. His broad chest rose and fell with his heavier breaths. “I wanted you to see the kinds of things a man would demand of you.”
    â€œI would be willing for a man I desire,” she said honestly. “For you .”
    The duke rubbed his temple. His teeth were gritted. “That is not what I wanted you to discover.”
    She moved toward him until her bosom almost brushed his chest. “But it’s what I have discovered. I’m not innocent, you know. I certainly know what desire feels like. And I want you.” She gripped the duke’s solid forearm